[ Dark feels the meat fall and hit the floor as if time itself slows. As blades of grass curl around the edges, he gazes, stunned and aghast at what Atsumu has done. A long, foreboding silence follows, bangs in his face while his blue eyes stay fixed on the fallen food. Itβs happened. Thereβs no taking it back, now. ]
β¦ Oi.
[ Ominously. Does he even truly realize what heβs done? Who heβs making an enemy of? ]
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β¦ Oi.
[ Ominously. Does he even truly realize what heβs done? Who heβs making an enemy of? ]